The world is made of cold realities and disappointments, full of homophobic, racist and old-fashioned people. Full of money-driven people and beauty standarts that only a few seem to accomplish.
Here a group of teenagers try to find themselves in a...
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FRIDAY
They say that if you stare at your reflection in the mirror for too long, you stop recognizing yourself, and start seeing a stranger staring back at you, but for Blake it didn't take even a minute for her to not recognize herself.
All it took was makeup, even the tiniest bit made her feel like she's living in someone else's body, and she hated it. Every effort her mom made to make her look more girly, made Blake hate herself. She just wanted to wipe it all off, but that wasn't an option, her mother made that clear that morning.
"See, honey? I don't understand why you don't wear this more often, you look so good! Just like a little doll!" Says her mother excitedly, looking at her daughter through the mirror, standing right behind her, her hands stay on Blake's shoulders, as cold as ice.
Blake chose to stay quiet, knowing perfectly well by now that whatever she said would go one in one ear out the other surpassing the speed of light. So she swallowed all she wanted to say back and looked in the mirror, from head to toe, stopping at her face.
Just like now, but now she could say whatever she wanted back, even if it was just to the unknown girl staring back at her on the other side of the mirror, so she glared at the stupid mirror, ignoring the urge to break it in a million pieces with her own bare hands, gripping the sink instead, while looking around the bathroom to check if she was indeed alone. She was.
"Mom, I don't want to feel, look or act like a freaking doll, all I want is to feel like myself and be confortable with what I'm wearing and I'm sure we share the knowlege that skirts, heels and makeup are not comfortable, so just let me be myself, because after all, it's my body, my life, and-" She stopped as soon as the door opened, realizing she was almost yelling. Forcing a smile that looked honest, she passed by the girls, swaying her hips like she was so used to, murmuring a greeting.
"Blake, love, there you are!" Phoebe yelled from somewhere, Blake didn't care, but she had to pretend.
Blake had many friends, that much everyone knew. What only Blake knew was that none of them were really her friends, she just used them, like they used her, for company. It's something bad if you think too much about it but she had to, she trusted nobody and her secrets were meant to be kept to herself, as it should.
"Fee, hello!" Not even Blake recognized her voice, it sounded way too loud and chirpy, not like herself at all.
"We were all looking for you! There is a party tonight, do you, maybe, want to go?" Phoebe (or as her friends called her, Fee) did 'the look', where her eyes get really big, her eyebrows almost touch and she pouts, nobody, and I mean, nobody can resist it, at least, nobody with a heart.
"I'll think about it, how was your weekend?" And that was all it took for Phoebe to start talking and for Blake to stop listening, looking ahead and wishing she was somewhere else, in someone else's body, probably drinking her ass off in a bar somewhere. That's how she treated her depressing thoughts and what her mother thinks is just 'a phase' or 'nonsense'.
